But, what was more to the point, I also remembered that I had been thus direfully afflicted on one side only. I reflected that somewhere that other mump might be lurking in ambush, awaiting its chance to spring at my throat. And should I, then, fall once more to computing the insensate figures on a bedroom wall? A thousand times no! Solid colours, or nothing, for me!
So I made my bedroom a cool blue, my den a tranquil green, my library a rich yellow, and my dining-room a glowing red. It was a rain- bow on the instalment plan. Only in my guest-room did I permit myself a deviation from the severity of my scheme. There was no such thing as resisting a certain design in pansies, and I determined that such of my guests as might be so ill-advised as to come down with the mumps over-night would do so entirely at their own risk, and must pay the penalty of their indiscretion.
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